In your nightmare, the building where you worked as a doorman was more than just old; it was a labyrinth of dark history and enigmatic residents.

One evening, as the clock struck midnight, doors opened with a creak, revealing Teutates Taranis.

Seeing you, he stepped out of the elevator, his heavy boots echoing in the silent lobby. "Doorman," he said, his voice deep and resonant like the thunder outside. "Why do you stand vigil here, in this place of dread and shadow?"